Текст песни мелани мертва. - твой лучший никто.

tear out his eyes
I slowly get out of the lane and cross the avenue
wind wings, rubbed the soles, heels and cling asphalt, mleyu
too cold for the local Autumn in Sochi warmer
dispersed quietly, warmed vodka and sprite
I will send her to fuck her Jessica Alba and Winona Ryder
Ellen Page and all, by whom she was once decimated
but even I do not feel his words brute force
disperse and feed me to the toilet stall
I Vyblyi your lungs and break the skull of a toilet bowl
You can pick up themselves the damn beer and cigarettes
and beat this bydlyatnike ebalo in every other scum
drench my body with kerosene, to have everything nice
light is always better than a crawl, turning claws
I washable sleeve if you see me favor
this is your problem, this is not for you, I'm in a bar bashlyaet
disperse and pass to me the exit
I'll go through an unsteady step on the stairs and lit the corner
You can love me or considered complete geek
but I always answer that it was somehow scrap
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hello hello Dear Esther or like all
I blyuyu in the palm of salt water and lighting up with sawdust Chester
gasoline soaked snow
we will never see you this black and ugly dawn
All fish have long drowned here, drowned after you
breathe here is unbearable
the skin is impregnated with your scent like SpongeBob
to me you are incredibly beautiful and in their
and I meet (asphalt) pole head
Dad Mom, I'm going to leave the religion in a strange house
when I am powerless, I'll take the katana and slit all the Buddhists in their cozy temple
your shot in the face was given to me with difficulty
there now flows a thin stream of black and sticky tar
and here you are on the pier I will remain your best one
glued to the face of the note uёbische
and I whispered in his ear ornate buildings
hair draped from the contempt of sunburn
and those lovely scars nice whine on your spizzhennoy curling
where are you gone lack of substances cold-blooded pills
Only way is void under the feet of the road going there
overdoz maximalism or me playing my god complex